The Leaves Poem by Jocelyn Dunbar

The leaves blow by the wind swaying in the
Tress gives the sound distance.

The air swiftly touches the leaves, so deep,
So soft, so arousing, so beautiful that has
Charming essence of the scent.

A glance at the leaves appears in the illusion
To deal with the emotion of one extra individual
Giving attention.

It has the magic of something beneath the senses
That moves that could happen through
Event has given the moment life.

© Jocelyn Dunbar
28 January 2006
9: 45 PM